insides. She couldn’t afford to go slowly. Her instincts were screaming that she was in danger and she wasn’t about to ignore those feelings.
“Hey! Freeze!”
The voice came from behind her. She stumbled, then hunched her shoulders and kept going, pretending she didn’t know that voice was aimed at her.
“Lady, stop or I shoot.” The order came—deep, sharp.
Teresa had no choice now. She skidded to a stop only a block away from the house where she’d left her Eternal. So close to safety—but now that distance might as well be hundreds of miles.
The street around her was dark, houses closed up against the weather and the fear of what moved around in the night. She wouldn’t find help here even if she were crazy enough to ask for it. People minded their own business these days—safer that way.
She turned around slowly, clutching Elena’s medical bag to her chest with her left arm. Rain pelted her, cold, icy drops that slapped at her face, making her blink furiously to keep her vision clear. She watched the lone MP stride unerringly toward her, his boots splashing heavily through the wide puddles.
Holding a short automatic weapon in the cradle of his arms, he lifted his chin and demanded, “Where the hell are you running to and what’s that you’re carrying?”
Fear boiled in her belly and spread throughout her system. The fed was young, but his features were hard and cruel. She wouldn’t find any mercy or sympathy in this quarter. “I’m taking some supplies to a friend of mine. A doctor. He’s waiting for this bag.”
“Uh-huh.” He wasn’t buying it. “So why doesn’t this doctor carry his own bag?”
“It’s an emergency,” she told him, glancing right and left, futilely looking for help that wouldn’t be coming.
“Right. Put it down, lady, and step back.”
God. She had to go. Had to get away.
“Come on, soldier,” she said, giving him a weak smile that she knew couldn’t be convincing. “Can’t we talk about this?”
He lifted the weapon in his arms, slowly bringing the barrel up to point at her. That was when Teresa knew she was out of options. Heart racing, fear finally took a backseat to rage. Who were these bastards to hunt her down like a sick dog?
Time to fight back.
Her power trembled to life inside her and she fed it with the fires of her anger. Reaching back for lessons learned from her abuela, she found the words and hoped they would be enough. “Light to dark, dark to light, hide me now from his sight—”
“Witch!” he shouted, breaking her spell, lifting the gun, aiming it.
Still clutching the medical bag to her chest, Teresa suddenly dropped to one knee, lifted her right hand and aimed her fingers at the sky. No time for spells. She could only hope to focus her aim.
“Stand down, bitch, or I kill you right here and now!”
Before he could train his weapon on her and fire, Teresa gathered her power into a tight knot inside her, prayed for control and then sent that power flying heavenward, her gaze locked on the enemy.
Lightning flashed, thunder boomed.
His eyes went wide as a bolt of skyfire slammed into the street at his feet. Blown backward by the impact, the MP flew through the air and landed with a hard thump on the windshield of a parked car. The glass beneath him shattered and his gun fell from nerveless fingers to the street.
Teresa jolted to her feet and dragged in a quick breath stained with the taste of ozone. Shaking in reaction, she started moving. Once the fallen MP was found, it wouldn’t be long before every witch hunter in town arrived, combing the area for her.
As she dashed past her fallen enemy, she snatched up his weapon and ran toward safety.
“We’ve gotta move, Eternal.”
Rune lifted his head to stare at his witch as she raced through the door. She was holding a black bag and a weapon. “Where’d you get that?”
She glanced down at the gun as if she’d never seen it before. Then she set it down gently. “Off the MP who tried to shoot me.”
“Damn it.” He groaned out the words.
“I threw some lightning at him and then ran for it. Relax, I’m good.”
“Lock the door.”
“No shit.” She did just that, then hurried to him, dropping to her knees at his side. “You look like hell, Eternal.”
“Did you kill the man?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted, trying to help him sit up. “Didn’t stick around to find out.” She exclaimed with